"Oh, King is here."
Keel waved through the bars as he leaned on them playfully.
"Hi King. What's on the lunch menu today, do you know? I had a light breakfast."
He did not wait for a response. He had heard the good Proctors instruction so he took it.
Bounding off the bars and back into the cell...
He watched the maid speak and acquired a question of his own but held it for the moment.
"I did not but perhaps it's more subtle than that or maybe it takes a while to feel the effects?"
Keel looked to his companions. They had all learned to sense magic at least to some degree but it was not an...
"Keel De Reye, Proctor Urahil."
He brushed his large hair away from his face and again reminded himself that he needed a haircut.
Such a training was to be expected of those who could carry information. A Dreadlord had to be an expert of many areas of warfare and subterfuge.
Keel tried to...
It was... quaint.
Keel liked travel and the exotic west was always something next to his father's eastern cold climes.
Hands in his pockets and simple dark blue tunic and slacks to help with the heat, he looked less like a warrior and more like a tourist.
Like Runa he spun to listen to the maid...
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